.Shrieks and screams of delight interrupt his quest, as something hits the back of his head. He turns around to see a balcony full of topless stripper... promoting one of the countless clubs, throwing beads to encourage him to continue, but failing by distracting his attention.The woman smiles, however, and pushes him out the way. Bowing, she flips her shirt up, showing an ass that could fulfill any man's fantasy single handedly. Grabbing her hips, he pretends to fuck her, earning more shrieks. I should have asked her if something was wrong or if she wanted to talk. That's what I was supposed to do. I kept my mouth shut. “Flynn,” she said, still facing away, “Where's your bedroom?” I nodded. “On your left.” Without a word, she walked into my bedroom. I hesitated. For some reason, I thought she might come back out eventually. She didn't. A few seconds more and I finally followed her in. Jenn was sitting at the edge of my bed. I stood by the door as I watched her. She was breathing. " See what?" I replied with some annoyance."Your cock of course…You’ve seen me in all my glory, now I want to see yours."Thankfully I didn’t have a raging hard-on, it began to grow however as I lowered my pants but I knew it would never reach the same proportions it had last night. Lovingly she took it in her hand and toyed with its soft almost sponge like flesh."I find men's cocks amazing. They start off so small and squidgy then grow into the monsters we woman can’t do without. I can hardly. She wore a white blouse with a rounded, lace trimmed collar and a dark green/light green/white plaid skirt, almost to her knees. White Nike’s and knee socks with a matching green plaid band around the tops finished her outfit. Her mother loved prep schools and their uniforms, so she got them for Antje, and made her wear one every day. Antje’s mother, Brigitta Mokker, grew up in Germany and moved to Suwannee County in north Florida, with her parents just after she graduated from a high.